Stuff I forget

I don’t know why but sometimes I just want to cry. I get pissed off real easy, and change mood in the click of a second. I hop around thinking of how I wish people where like me, and how people should be less like themselves. I get wrapped up then spun around, making me dizzy and confused in this crazy little world. I try to remember things then will forget the thing I tried to remember, and instances like these happen only for a while. I want to be liked and loved, there are many up to and excluding the billions. I get held back and sway in my nest, being protected from the horrible truth. We are all human and this is all real, sometimes I want to lay down and die. Now that is one messed up poem.